AN: This idea has been sitting on my laptop for too long. This chapter is shamefully short, sorry about that. The next one, much longer, will be up in no time. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Anna, Mr Bates or any other character that might appear in the future.
It's sunny, but still cold. Last night's rain has managed to give everything a clean air, and she enjoys the green on the leaves of the tree right in front of her window.
Anna is not a morning person, but today she is glad to be woken up early by the sounds of scarce birds and morning commuters.
She stretches, and looks at her image in the mirror of her wardrobe. Last night her eyes looked puffy and tired, she is glad there is nothing of that today. She is glad she will look her very best.
The tiles of the kitchen floor are cold under her bare feet. She enjoys even that. Taking her time, she takes the bag of freshly grounded coffee and opens it. The scent is enough to lift her spirits, but she wants more.
Even though friends have advised against it, she brews herself a large cup.
Some mornings, coffee is a need. Today she doesn't really need to be fueled up. It's a matter of custom, tradition even. There is a lot of meaning on that cup of coffee and she closes her eyes, takes in the scent completely and sips.
And then she moans softly, satisfied.